Jing Taihe and Hua Xiaomai chatted leisurely for a while, and after about half an incense stick's worth of time, Second Madam Hua returned with a basket full of vegetables.
Ever since Hua Xiaomai got married, the two sisters could no longer be together from morning to night as they used to be. It had been a long time since she had seen her own sister, let alone had a proper chat. Naturally, seeing her today filled her with immense joy. When she saw Tie Chui at the side, raising his little hands for a hug, she almost forgot her own name and, tossing aside the basket of vegetables, lunged forward to scoop up the baby and smother him with kisses while exclaiming with delight, "My little meaty boy!"
Hua Xiaomai, now fully empathizing with the feelings of being a mother, wasn't in a hurry to chat about household matters. She took the basket to the kitchen, and before long, she had prepared a table full of dishes.
